Eternal Roots

Beneath the whispering canopy, where time stands still, A tree of gold and shadow, a heart's eternal will. Its branches reach to the heavens, a silent, sacred plea, For the soul to find its purpose, to be what it must be. The roots, deep and ancient, grip the earth with care, A symbol of resilience, a talisman of rare. Its leaves, a tapestry of light and shade, A mirror of the soul, where dreams are made. In its embrace, we find our strength, our grace, A reminder that we are part of this sacred space. For in the heart of the tree, where life begins, We see ourselves reflected, in its endless rings. Let this tree be your guide, through storms and through light, A beacon of hope, a symbol of infinite might. For in its timeless embrace, we find our truest form, A journey of growth, a path to eternal return.